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Hype Boys, Hype Boys

Everyone's a killer, drug dealer with a nine milli-a

That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull

That's why these rappers couldn't see me comin'

If they were vaginas, with spectacles

And I've got the testicles to testify the truth

Half these rappers are only gangsters in the boothAnd they ain't never been to no Pen

They just hold one

Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth

But I run up in the game like

"Bang bang bang bang"

That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying

Have you heard Sway? He's

"Nang nang nang nang"

That guy that guy's heavy in the game

And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"?

But them guys could never defeat my flow

Sway, all the way from the U to the K

Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total

Getting over the cds I've sold in it

I don’t want them to know that's the gold innit?

That's the goal innit?

Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it

They slow, with it

So they could never bring the game into the new school

I play too brutal

Plus I’m out of control like a cross-eyed teacher’s pupil

People down in England ain't all wild

But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child

Cause even the royal family ain't all smiles

Cause everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles

See me, I've never been to court and I've never been on trial, boy

Never been caught even though I've been around, boy

What’s that thing in your hand? Put it down boy

Cause you're not a killer, you’re a sound boy


[Hook x2]

Hype boys, hype boys

(Everyone's a bad man now)

On the mic boys, mic boys

(And everyone's a bad man now)

And the semi goes

Bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right)

And the semi goes

Ratata, bench, bench


[Verse 2]

The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla

Sway, I ran up in this game

Like a robber without a rubber

And now I been around and I'm pro

Won a couple of awards now round of applause

And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people

Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego

‘Nuff of these rappers ain’t real, they’re just rapping hype

Why you shouting all the time, don't you have a mic?

Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow

Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out

Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud

But they puss like, meow, meow

And they don't really want no war -time

This rap game is all mineIt will never be your time

Allow it bruv, 'cos you're small time

And I got more time, so settle down boy

Before I make you look like something like a clown boy

What's that thing in your hand? Put it down boy

Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now

Because we living a lie

And then we die

And then we're lying down

Look at my Adam's apple

It's not that my neck hurts, no, no

It's just the truth is hard to swallow

And you can see that I'm an expert

So let, let me elaborate

As I navigate, like a husky

But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me

Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense

Cause that's considered a sinIt is really no winning

Cause every one harbors a liar within them

It's just that we're different

Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer

As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up

A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant

Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh

Lies spread around like viruses

So how can I survive in this?

Cause even the truth lies (where?)

In people's irises

So how can I resist?

I had to lie to write this verse

Got my talent for twisting words

Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist

When you work the people don't want to leave alone

Cause you gotta make money you don't need the loan

I'm a businessman underneath the foam

But you lie to the people and lead them on

You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow

Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do

Especially when all roads lead to Rome

You need to stop pretending

Your mixtapes are still in boxes

Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom

What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down boy

Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy 

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